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agonizedembrace · 2 years ago

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Their first meeting; what's meant to be just another hunt for Evelynn. Seeking to sate her hunger, nothing more.

At the time, the demon didn't take note to the fierce and determined gaze the rogue held. Only the venom in her words, the sheer will power withheld to resist her charm. It's that alone, that causes her to linger, because not many before her have done such a thing.

Evelynn allows herself to be closer, feathery steps that cease any distance. Her hands that grace the rough skin -- scarred, the demon wonders if she could add to the collection -- ghosting contact. She finds thrill in which the human tenses, muscles that coil at her mere presence.

"Demon," an insult, at least of some attempts. One that hardly even affects Evelynn who chuckles at the idea. It only further drives her, a certain eagerness that holds in her gaze. Eyes that quite literally light up as she circles around her. "Leave."

A mock pout, accompanied with a whine as Evelynn steps behind the human. Hands finally settle, resting on each of her shoulders as she hums in faux consideration. "But darling, you're just so interesting."

The human tsks, rolling her shoulders in a last attempt of ridding contact. Evelynn shakes her head, keeping her grip and presses her chest into the woman's back. Her chin sits ontop of one shoulder, leaving her breath against the bare neck left wide open from the face mask.

Tension fills the air, Evelynn savors the taste. A tease of what she initially wanted, yet far more entranced with the sheer willpower of the human within her grasp. Emotions flourish from the human, a whirlwind that nearly takes her by surprise.

As much as the hand wielding the kunai.

It doesn't get far, Evelynn's lasher faster than the human expects. Muscles strain, the woman attempting to free her arm and hand from the grip with no results. A groan, of slight pain, as she relents and lets the steel fall to the dirt with a pathetic plop. "Oh love, you'll have to be be better than that."

"I'll kill you."

Evelynn laughs, from her stomach. She leans even closer and lets her lips ghost the human's neck. "Is that a promise?"

The woman grunts, desperately trying to rid Evelynn's touch with no prevail. Her gaze is furious, attempting to cut right through her. "Yes."

The night of a blood moon, an excuse for Evelynn to hunt in plain sight. It is then, that they meet again.

This time, in another life for the human.

Summoned by none other than a priestess, whose heart teeters on a darkness that Evelynn cannot resist. The human with dark locks, tied into a messy pony tail and jade eyes that feel too inviting. By now, the demon recognizes the slight hum her chest burns, the excitement that settles within her as the priestess swallows thickly.

"You came," she says, voice wavering.

I made a promise, Evelynn thinks to herself. "You called." Is what she says instead, her smile growing in the moonlight. A glorious red, glistening on present horns as she remains still.

An awkward silence doesn't last long, the human glancing around before sheepishly rubbing at the back of her neck. Yet her gaze turns cold after a moment, and Evelynn is not a fool to recognize the determination that burns. "Your tales... intrigued me."

Evelynn takes the first step, twigs that snap beneath her weight. "So you know who I am."

"Evelynn," she confirms, tense for a moment. The demon knows where the woman's hand lies, the hidden kama within her robes. Ever on the defensive. "Your beauty holds up to their words."

"Careful love," but a smile is already growing, feeding her ego further. "You might just get me to blush."

She won't, but it's always fun to toy with the ever fragile emotions of humans. And it seems that this one holds quite the grip on her own, not breaking the stoic expression as Evelynn takes another step. Interesting.

Within arms reach now, Evelynn extends a hand, one that fully presents her demonic features. Skin that turns a deep red, long lanky fingers that curve into dangerous claws. Her smile remains, devilish as always, as she awaits the human's next move.

And as predicted, the kama that's drawn from her robes. It whips from the right, leaving Evelynn ample time to back up before following the priestess' movements. Her lashers are quick to grasp both arms, a reminder of all those years prior, before she flips both of them over.

They both tumble for a moment, each providing a grunt of pain (or annoyance, in Evelynn's case). While the woman only makes a few attempts of easing herself from underneath the demon's weight, she eventually relents with a twitch of her nose. With a thoughtful hum, she leans forward and finds delight in the way the human presses her face further into the dirt rather than be so close to her.

"Won't you tell me your name, love?"

And oh, the stare she receives is all so similar to their first meeting. The heat held under such beautiful eyes stalls Evelynn for a few seconds, that she nearly misses the feint blush that dons the human's cheek. "If you must know -- Akali."

Her turn to swallow thickly, Evelynn pauses. The soar in her chest, a return of emotions she swore to never resurface consuming her. It is enough of a distraction, that Akali gets the upper hand and pushes Evelynn off her. Slowly does she sit up, her (lack of, she swears) heart pounding against her chest. Cruel is the world, to have her go through this cycle once more.

"You're fast," comments Akali after a moment, not sensing the inner turmoil that consumes Evelynn. A compliment, entirely missed, as Akali is the one to step closer now.

Evelynn collects herself, rising to her knees. Her jaw lifts, a position she's not keen on using for a human, yet she pushes her pride aside. "I could give you so much more."

Everything about her screams the human, the primal desire to consume and at the same time exist along side her. To enjoy, even if a short period, what was taken from her.

Akali scoffs, kneeling down herself only to pick up her kama and sheath it within her robes. "Not yet."

"Is that a promise?"

Slowly standing, the human returns her gaze to Evelynn. Who waits eerily still on her knees. The pleading look that consumes her features, while irresistible to many, seemingly takes no affect on Akali.

Yet -- "Yes."

"I promise Eve -- " a tired sigh that escapes Ahri's lips, hand resting on the demon's shoulder. They'd been at this charade all day, hours that pass by so slowly in anticipation for this so called rapper the fox had discovered and contacted the other week. "She'll be worth it."

To trust Ahri feels wrong -- perhaps it's purely due to the fact Evelynn's aware of her origins. Even with a turn of a new page, it's hard to digest and yet the diva swallows her own pride and grunts out a fine.

Little did she know what Ahri had managed to accomplish -- to meet her again.

Never fully healed, feeling incomplete as years pass. Bitter as she watches romance bloom around her between the centuries, for those who are undeserving. Quite frankly, she could feed off her own agony if she wasn't so stubborn.

It doesn't help that whoever this rapper is arrives late, having to be escorted by their newest member -- Kai'sa -- to the top floor. The door only has to click, beginning to open that something festers within Evelynn. So primal and real that she cannot breath for a moment.

She only has to see such a messy ponytail to know.

"Ahri." Evelynn whisper shouts, because she's not about to scare her away. And all she receives back is a knowing, shit eating grin from the woman. All the while, the so called rapper and dancer enter the room with cheerful greetings that Evelynn barely registers.

When her gaze finally returns to those who entered, she forces a deep breath. Her stance comes off not interested -- for she's far too lost in emotions she's yet again shut away. Arms cross along her chest, raising her head and really, it appears she's looking down at her.

"I'm so glad you made it!" Ahri's voice is bubbly, quite the opposite vibe that Evelynn provides. She's quick to pull the other into a hug, that the demon feels lips twitch at. No, she's not jealous. "I see Kai'sa was able to help."

To which said woman provides a polite smile, already noticeable the quite troublesome aura Evelynn continues to present.

"Yeah, she was a lot of help, thanks."

Ahri releases her from the hug, a hand that lingers on the woman's back that Evelynn narrows in on. Oh, she's going to kill her. "Well, Akali -- this is K/DA! I'm obviously Ahri, and you met Kai'sa already." Her hand gestures to each that she mentions, pausing only as she turns to Evelynn. "And this is --"

"Evelynn."

A chorus of blinks emits from the entire band as both the demon and Akali speak at the same time. Silence takes a grip hold of the room as the two stare each other down, neither relenting before Ahri awkwardly laughs (knowingly, Evelynn is really ready to give her an earful later).

"Great! I see you know of her."

Yet, Evelynn sees the poorly masked confusion that Akali holds. Feels it even. The word left her mouth unintentionally -- like she was possessed to and it certainly wasn't the demon herself that compelled her to do so. As Ahri continues to go on, about the plans for the band and what she hopes for them to accomplish, Evelynn does not draw her attention away.

Lured in, once more, just like all the previous meetings. The ache that returns, desiring to remain close and to not let go.

So it seems the world really does wish to torment her.

"Please -- Eve..." a plea, from staggering breaths as the human clings to her.

This request is not one Evelynn wishes to fulfill, it never is. Too long now does she witness this misery, to be left alone for years to come, only to painfully have her heart torn out anew. To love is her curse, the burden she chose those years ago, and it still continues to torment.

Akali grips her shoulder, strength waning for a moment as Evelynn carefully cradles her in her arms. The river gently wafts around them, down to the pond not too far away. The demon is slow to remove the rabbit mask that dons the human's head, letting it drift down the stream. "You have to let me go."

"I promised --"

Weak smiles, between both. "I know, Eve. I know."

It is Evelynn that's the first to break, tears that begin to carve a path along her cheeks. She could scream at the world at how unfair this is -- but who is she to complain? She is a demon who takes life from others time and time again, only for her own gain. For what is yet another human's death meant to mean to her?

They'd made it this far, near the spiritual world, where the line blurs between that and the living land. They knew the stakes, and perhaps, deep down, Evelynn needed this. Each death, each beginning continue to tore her apart.

For her to die here, would mark the very end.

Never again would she be born anew.

"You did come back," Akali says, letting a hand cup her cheek. "You have to stop killing yourself over me."

Leaning into the touch, Evelynn says nothing. She allows her tears to soak Akali's clothing, letting the unbearable burn of her chest consume her. Anger takes a hold for a brief moment, because Evelynn knows she's right.

This time, it is Akali who grants fragility in a laugh that cracks. That turns into a muffled sob. Evelynn is quick to tenderly hug her closer, lashers that coil protectively around the two of them.

"Will you..."

Evelynn knows what she wants to ask, it cuts through her. A stab to her own chest, to be the one who has to grant an end. Only once before, has she allowed herself to be Akali's end -- to feed off her. This, however, feels different.

Though she doesn't give a response, she shifts her hand from Akali's back. Along her side and finally palming her stomach, bitterly letting her magic begin. It is the first time that her charm takes effect, even after all this time.

That she allows the full force of her charm.

Agony lingers in the air, all around Evelynn as she lets her claws begin to draw into the skin of her stomach. Prickling and creating the smallest pools of blood, a taste she's never longed for. She makes the mistake of shifting her gaze to Akali's face, whose pupils have dilated and -- damnit.

Lost to her charm, but not enough to disregard the real emotions that bid between them.

Evelynn doesn't stop the growl that comes forth, leaning down and bearing her fangs. Akali is fast, pulling her closer and tilting her head to offer her neck. It is an offer she accepts, albeit reluctantly. Her teeth sink in, breaking skin and the surge of further agony swells the demon's senses. A misty wall that drives her to continue, to forget what's actually happening.

Even as her claws run deeper, teeth that continue to sink into her neck -- this is one of her gentler kills.

"I love you, Eve." Takes her by surprise, all motions ceasing at such strained words -- at such a confession. She knows this, it is a feeling that continuously dwells within the human, that she finds comfort with, but to hear it now shatters a part of her. They are words she'll never hear again.

Love has always been her downfall. What has made her weak.

The words linger -- they WANT TO BE HEARD, but Evelynn cannot speak them. Instead she does the one thing she knows.

From a gentle to one of her most brutal kills in a matter of seconds, and just perhaps this was Akali's intentions. Evelynn's emotions have always been her biggest weakness (besides for the human herself), and as she rides the upmost high of the agony she feasts upon. That she allows herself to be lost in -- it feels empty.

SHE DOESN'T WANT TO FEED.

Even as lashers continue to tear apart Akali, as she holds on for seconds more to the last of her life. Evelynn draws away from her neck, to witness the last of her tender gaze. To witness there's no remorse, no bitterness. Just acceptance.

Her life passes with a smile.

There's no more pulse, her body is but a bloody, limp mess in her arms that stains the river they reside in. Evelynn should feel fulfilled, a meal that's been statisfied.

Instead she feels nothing but pain. Longing for a love she'll never have again, a burn that'll consume her from the inside out, until she's nothing more.

Evelynn still grips the lifeless body as she begins to shift, trudging down the river until she hopelessly allows herself to collapse in the middle of the pond. Where the rabbit mask gently drifts, nudging her in the hip.

Bloody hands lift it, creating stains on the white porcelain before she finally lets out a heavy sob.

"I love you too."

#» HATE AND LOVE ARE JUST TWO WORDS FOR PASSION ( IC )#» V. { AGONY }#» V. { KDA }#» V. { BM }#» V. { SB }#tw: cannibalism #IN A WAY #ANYWAYS SO SORRY EVERYONE #this isn't beta read bc idc!!!#i wanted to write and destroy myself and everyone included #2.6k words of me hurting myself #anyways so here's that 3 + 1 i was mentioning #3 meetings and 1 (the last) goodbye #ANYWAYS @ REMI I WARNED YOU SORRY BTW #we can also count the end to how her sb verse begins : )#the bm part was fun to write #i should try to actually develop that verse more #anyways eve feeling cursed for loving a human but what if she's the one creating the curse in the first place #to allow herself to have feelings was the beginning of her own end #haha right #ANWYAYS EVE IS A NEAT CHARACTER #she is not just haha sexy demon #i could talk all day about her but i'll relent before i create a 3 paged essay in the tags???#the kda part is the.. ��happiest” part of this #and it still has eve being a lil jealous sdkhjfdskj #» LOVE ME ( DRABBLE )

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scooter-sketch · 2 years ago

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Reposting this for shits and giggles bc I don't expect asks about this lol. But I'll answer some in the tags

Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

#1. default font always otherwise i cant read it. dont know why but i just cant do anything else #3. i write specifically at the worst times ever. right before i have to go to bed or right before i have to leave the house.#and then ill proceed to get mad when sometimes tells me to stop writing as if this situation is somehow their fault #sorry to my bf #lol #im gonna majorly jump LMAO #36. I write an absolute fuckton about existential dread which sounds weird but i also have a dissociative disorder. so #self discovery and identity confusion and feeling less than human are Large Themes 💀#34. oxford comma always fuck you.#29. invader zim i love you so... if i ever post more about kc here invader zim was a huge influence in that #also the show knight rider for a lot of its themes #also steven universe even tho i just started watching it #im only like eight years late okay shut up #23. omg this is funny. so i literally go into something akin to a time out corner #its a little place between my dresser and a mini fridge in the corner of my room that i will with blankets and pillows #so that i am literally squished #i also have a hatsune miku plushie that protects and watches me while i write #there are always lost pencils and pens and stuff in the blankets #and random clothes #19. i write out of spite for my mother 💖#she said nooo dont be an artist you need to be Successful 😡 and now here i am #she tried to beat art out of me so bad and my reaction every time was to go make art about it #slightly unrelated but she also hates comedians with a passion (lowkey understandable) and #i turned out to be a ventriloquist so #fuck u mom #anyways #oh hey and abiut 9 #i already did write something thats jusy dialogue its a fanfic its ongoing #if you wanna read power rangers fanfic about a side character i guess it's cool 💀#my handle on ao3 is like basicallt the same as thjs one so

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